Chaldon near Caterham in Surrey, these fields are a source of some great shots I think, this one was actually on the way back in the car, stopped at the side of the road the sun, light and clouds all conspired to help.

Camera problems, computer problems and carrying an injury - it seems life is conspiring against me at the moment. The birds don't care they just need me to feed them :)

MURDERMASK - by anthony beesley | Year Posted 2010

my murdermask is made of flesh and bone

it covers my heart

it covers my soul

hiding my feelings and fears never told

my mudermask turns hot lava love...iceburg cold

my murdermask is made of steel and stone

rewiring my brain like a brutal cyborg

ruthlessly killing peace,love,and joy...never forgive or forget those dark yesterdays

covered in darkness like camoflauged tears

shrouded in silence...year after year

my murdermask has multiple scars,stains,and slashes

whipped into whirlwinds like cynical cyclones

haters and hellions stay on the attack...my murdermask smiles and vomits war wrath

marching the path that leads to perdition

my mudermask cracks as holy angels bring healing

my heart that was dead starts to beat like a drum

my murdermask crumbles underneath Gods thumb...i go numb

my mudermask melts in the midst of holy fire...exposed in the light evil ones conspire

i cry to the lord as my mudermask flees...now i put on Gods love

once caged and confined now i'm free

from: www.poetrysoup.com

DPSP Poses - Winterday

Sleigh bells ring

Are you listening

In the lane

Snow is glistening

A beautiful sight

We're happy tonight

Walking in a winter wonderland

Gone away is the bluebird

Here to stay is a new bird

He sings a love song

As we go along

Walking in a winter wonderland

In the meadow we can build a snowman

Then pretend that he is Parson Brown

He'll say: Are you married?

We'll say: No man

But you can do the job

When you're in town

Later on

We'll conspire

As we dream by the fire

To face unafraid

The plans that we've made

Walking in a winter wonderland

In the meadow we can build a snowman

And pretend that he's a circus clown

We'll have lots of fun with mister snowman

Until the other kiddies knock him down

When it snows

Ain't it thrilling

Though your nose gets a chilling

We'll frolic and play

The Eskimo way

Walking in a winter wonderland

Walking in a winter wonderland

Walking in a winter wonderland

May all the sweet magic of Christmas conspire and gladden your heart and fill every desire.

Merry Christmas! Happy Holidays!

Evening draws down on my camp and the clouds conspire to do their magic.

On Black with Music^^

Walking in a Winter Wonderland Nice to listen to^^

Sleigh bells ring, are you listening,

In the lane, snow is glistening

A beautiful sight,

We're happy tonight.

Walking in a winter wonderland.

Gone away is the bluebird,

Here to stay is a new bird

He sings a love song,

As we go along,

Walking in a winter wonderland.

In the meadow we can build a snowman,

Then pretend that he is Parson Brown

He'll say: Are you married?

We'll say: No man,

But you can do the job

When you're in town.

Later on, we'll conspire,

As we dream by the fire

To face unafraid,

The plans that we've made,

Walking in a winter wonderland. . .

Pic taken at Cu Mara SL some textures added and the moon ;)

ID: mill_canal_gate_decor_078A7035_hdr

I had higher hopes for a mirror lens: Here's a tiny male eastern bluebird in post-sunset light, photographed handheld from 100 feet or more away using an old, very manual, fixed-aperture, very slow, very dim 500mm Vivitar mirror lens, all conspiring to give marginal results, but I gave it the old college try and decided to post it "for the record." I'm hoping that the gifted young photographer who loaned the lens (he came by it cheap) to me will find it more useful (it purports to be a macro lens, for instance) because it just doesn't meet my photographic requirements. The bluebird was at the Pine Tree Overlook on the Blue Ridge Parkway. ©2021 John M. Hudson | jmhudson1.com

So, autumn leaves filled my tiny sliver of a backyard pond, and light and water conspired to help create an interesting image. I'm still fighting the vagaries of organization on my new computer (old one died definitively post-Halloween haunting!)....

So new folders with 'old' photos are rediscovered....

Dedicated to all beloved:

“When we love, we always strive to become better than we are. When we strive to become better than we are, everything around us becomes better too. So, I love you because the entire universe conspired to help me find you.”

"... Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; conspiring with him how to load and bless with fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run; to bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees, and fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; to swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells with a sweet kernel; to set budding more, and still more, later flowers for the bees, until they think warm days will never cease, for Summer has o’er-brimm’d their clammy cells.” ― Complete Poems and Selected Letters, by John Keats.

EVENTS:

@Fameshed Go.

@The Epiphany.

@The Arcade.

DETAILS:

Check my blog where you can find everything, with picture, information, etc (blogspot).

And check my picture information here too. In my tumblr blog.

Got pretty lucky today as one of the 30+ Stone Curlews at Cavenham Heath was pushed nearer to me by the grazing sheep and got reasonably close, however the afternoon heat haze and their skulky nature in the long grass conspired against a really clean shot :-) Roy edited version

In the meadow we can build a snowman

We'll pretend that he is Parson Brown

He'll say: "Are you married?"

We'll say: "No man"

But you can do the job

When you're in town

Later on we'll conspire

As we dream by the fire

To face unafraid

The plans that we've made

Walking in a winter wonderland

Looks pretty regal here, even if he has had to get a bit muddy feeding after a downpour.

One of the few shots I took where consditions kindly conspired to provide a very dark background (naturally) but good light on the King Vutlure.

Taken in the Carrivean Foothills, Costa Rica.

©Jane Brown2016 All Rights Reserved. This image is not available for use on websites, blogs or other media without explicit written permission

All things conspiring against me having a proper flickr evening, so will catch up with a few of you now and hope tobe back tomorrow evening for a decent period of time.

Tomorrow is a Roxy day (yippee!)

Saints don’t necessarily provide any easy spiritual consolation. But they do something more important: they let God in. That is the best way to demonstrate God’s existence. Our religiosity often conspires to make God quite incredible, a God accessible only to the insiders or the elite. But the saint, Williams writes, makes God credible and available; the saint ‘takes responsibility for God’s believability.’ 19 In a world of darkness, the saint throws open the windows and lets God in.

--Christ the Stranger: The Theology of Rowan Williams, by Benjamin Myers, pg 80

The story of this photo begins with a planning of some months ago.

The idea was to compose the sun, just before sunset, behind Christ the Redeemer statue.

Once the triangulation was done, all I had to do was wait for the date and hope that everything conspired in my favor.

On 10/20/2022, a cloudless sky, contrary to the weather forecast, atypical for a month of October with hardly ever sunny days.

As John Keats wrote all those years ago in his Ode Autumn is "a season of mists and mellow fruitfulness"!

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,

Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;

Conspiring with him how to load and bless

With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;

To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees,

And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;

To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells

With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,

And still more, later flowers for the bees,

Until they think warm days will never cease,

For Summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells.

Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?

Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find

Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,

Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;

Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep,

Drows'd with the fume of poppies, while thy hook

Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers;

And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep

Steady thy laden head across a brook;

Or by a cyder-press, with patient look,

Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours.

Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they?

Think not of them, thou hast thy music too -

While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,

And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;

Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn

Among the river sallows, borne aloft

Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;

And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;

Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft

The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft;

And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.

For more information please visit en.wikipedia.org/wiki/To_Autumn

Willows, quaking aspen and cottonwoods conspire to turn the landscape golden, contrasting starkly with the dark green of Engelmann spruce, white fir, and probably subalpine fir. Wilson Peak still sparkles from a recent snow. I couldn't stop smiling.

Just a bit of messing about as the sun set through the trees. I liked how the tiny seeds were catching the light. I captured a green `will-o'-the-wisp' (or flare :D) too.... It seems to be conspiring with the glow of the light to draw me off the path into the tangle of branches :D

EXXXIT

"I see they're all the same

I'll take one anyway

Outside I'm just a slave

Inside a burning liar

I feel their gods will

I'll take another pill

Suppress my will to kill

I'll set it all on fire

We hear the things they say

It's all insanity

You make your choice today

It's exit, voice or loyalty

We hear the things they say

It's all insanity

You make your choice today

It's exit, voice or loyalty

I see we're all insane

We'll lose it any day

Straight face with crooked aims

We watch them conspire

You hear them pass a bill

Rehearse your foolish drill

Walk along your treadmill

Until you lose desire

Desire

We hear the things they say

It's all insanity

You make your choice today

It's exit, voice or loyalty

We hear the things they say

It's all insanity

You make your choice today

It's…"

3Teeth

Cosmic conditions conspired against us

'Cause you and me got chemistry

But what's with our timing?

Guess it's better we never rushed ♫

Happy friday! Starting the weekend with a thirst trap, just to show off a bit (´ε｀ )♡

Newport, Rhode Island, Wednesday 14th June, 1911.

Today, my hostess Mrs. Van Der Mott’s cousin, Mrs. Bucknell, invited me to play tennis with her two daughters, Sherri and Rosalind, and her teenage son, Dana, at her house that looks out directly onto Narragansett Bay. Mrs. Van Der Mott said that I was to go to help make up a suitable number for mixed doubles. Dana was a surly boy with little in the way of conversation, barely saying a word and scowling at me whenever I caught his eye. However, his lack of charms were made up for in full by Miss Rosalind, and Miss Sherri Bucknell in particular, who is every bit as charming jeune fille à marier as you could wish to meet here in America. I do suspect that Mrs. Van Der Mott and Mrs. Bucknell have been conspiring behind my back to introduce me as an eligible young bachelor from England to Miss Sheri and Miss Rosalind, in the hope that I will be seduced by their charms, and the Bucknell’s department store money, and take one of them back to England to be my bride. After several energetic matches of tennis, Mrs. Bucknell called us up to the terrace where we were served freshly squeezed orange juice, and something the likes of which I have never had before in my life, as a cool treat after our sporting exertions in the Newport sun. Called a ‘knickerbocker glory’ by Miss Sherri, it was a layered sweet dessert of ice cream, cream, fruit and meringue, topped with slivered nuts syrup, extra cream and a glacé cherry. Seated next to Miss Sherri, I noticed that hers was different to mine. Hers had wafers sticking out of it, whereas my own had the two ends of a banana protruding from it. Unlike the ices we get back home, which are purely refreshing, this concoction was creamy and so sweet to eat! It may be the imagining of further ‘knickerbocker glories’ that sway me to woo Miss Sherri every bit as much as her charm, beauty, good conversation and Bucknell money!

* * * * * * * * * *

The theme for “Smile on Saturday” for the 9th of August is “ice cream”. Now, I do not indulge in ice cream. This is only because I have extremely sensitive teeth, and therefore, eating ice cream unless it is half melted, gives me a headache and causes me pain. Luckily for me, I am allowed to include imitation ice cream. What might surprise you about this photograph is that everything in it, from the glasses, cutlery and even the amazing confections of knickerbocker glory ice creams are all in fact 1:12 miniatures from my extensive collection which I use for photography purposes. I photographed them outside on my back terrace one later winter afternoon when the sun was both bright and pleasantly warm. Anyone who follows my photostream knows that I love and collect 1:12 size miniatures which I photograph in realistic scenes. The artifice of recreating in minute detail items in 1:12 scale always amazes me, and it’s amazing how the eye can be fooled. I hope you like my choice of this week’s theme, and that it makes you smile!

Fun things to look for in this tableau include:

The decadent knickerbocker glory confections of ice cream that look so real are artisan miniatures made by an unknown artist and set in real glass bowls. I acquired them from Kathleen Knight’s Dolls’ House shop in the United Kingdom.

The glass of orange juice and the jug in the foreground are also made of real glass, and along with the miniature metal cutlery, these pieces came from Beautifully Handmade Miniatures in Kettering.

The tablecloth is actually a small hand embroidered square doily.

The Chippendale style chairs in the background, are very special pieces. They came from the Petite Elite Miniature Museum, later rededicated as the Carol and Barry Kaye Museum of Miniatures, which ran between 1992 and 2012 on Los Angeles’ bustling Wiltshire Boulevard. One of the chairs still has a sticker under its cushion identifying which room of which dollhouse it came. The Petite Elite Miniature Museum specialised in exquisite and high end 1:12 miniatures. The furnishings are taken from a real Chippendale design.

Hurry up, Momma.....Not too sure what they're gonna do!! Looks like those floppy things in the chair are conspiring about something!! AND, I DO NOT see ANY treats!!!

Explored 10/11/08 #400 Scout found it :)

All rights reserved

Seen on Barrier Lake Trail, Kananaskis, Alberta, Canada

Calgary fall foliage can’t claim the rich and enchanting reds and oranges of leaf peeping hot spots like Eastern Canada. Yet aspens’ deep dedication to yellow radiate their beauty in the unison and synergy. Swaths of yellow take over the mountainsides, conspiring against the green of the pine trees around them. They follow the lead of the breeze in the spotlight of the autumnal sunshine dancing all the way to a fanciful confetti party as they finally break free and fluttering to the forest floor.

Look up and twirl, I lost myself in the Waltz of Golden Aspens.

On the West Fork of the Black River the sky trees and cliffs conspire.

Cottonwoods, willows and fragrant sumac conspire to make a handsome river canyon a gem.

Some viewers will focus on the colors. But fly fishers will study the flows, to "read" the river, finding back flows, pools, riffles and lines that matter so much to the fish. Several fly fishers were enjoying the weather, the colors, and the strategy of fly fishing.

The Gunnison River, two miles downstream of Almont, Colorado.

...on how to get their older siblings to realize that they're meant for one another! >^<

One of the last photos taken before the tree outside my window was cut down TT^TT Bye-bye effortless bokeh D;

Welcome

Goddess

Healers

Medicine women

Mother’s

This is the g-code

I am all that I preach to be

I invite you all to take a leap with me

Astral projecting through frequencies

Let's vibe it out, smoke this leaf with mе

Keep it enchanted

I really want to hit up Palm Springs

With my queens

We be manifesting finer things

All our dreams

Rulers of the green reign supreme

Game clean

Surround myself with ultralight beams

That's the thing

Defenders of the kingdom of Kush

Down in Venice smoking blackberry Kush

I do what I want

I do it for fun

I do it for us

I do it with love

Celebrating life on the daily

The more I do that, the more they pay me

Elevation everyday, I'm committed

First I see it, then I go out and get it

If you wanna feel love, you gotta give it

Don't ever let 'em knock you off your pivot

Keep your vibes high, don't you get it?

It's a journey, so your work is never finished

If you wanna see it happen, write it down

That's law

I usually like to cop it by the pound, for my dawgs

Keep a couple rose quartz around, for the heart

Be confident when you are wearing a crown, you are art

Compassion

Forgiveness

Live with more intention

Speak life

Give thanks

Stay dedicated to ascension

I am all that I preach to be

I invite you all to take a leap with me

Astral projecting through frequencies

Let's vibe it out, smoke this leaf with me

Keep it enchanted

Tap in, stay in tune with your cycle

Let it flow

Every Moon welcomes in its arrival

Let it glow

Free bleeding on the earth is tribal

Let it flow

If it isn't vital for your survival

Let it go

Protect your energy, make time for yourself

You don't have to work for nobody else

Focus on your spiritual wealth

Watch it manifest in perfect health

Meditate then your payments escalate

Hope you're thriving, and you're living your best today

What's great is that you're better than yesterday

Practice self-love daily, that's a power play

Compassion

Forgiveness

Live with more intentions

Speak life

Give thanks

Stay dedicated to ascension

Give love

Stay young

Make the most out of your existence

Live healthy

Self-love

Be consistent

Did you know that your womb, is the gateway to heaven on earth?

Stay inspired

Confident

Aware

Stay positive

Enlightened

Keep rising

Keep grinding

Take breaks

Keep shining

Keep it sacred

Have patience

Have trust

Believe the universe is always conspiring in your favor

You are blessed

You are exactly where you need to be

Continue loving unconditionally

Continue being the light

Lead the way

Set the examples

You're doing a really good job

youtu.be/Dou2JUmogvU

thewholetapa

© 2010 tapa | all rights reserved

37401 seemingly emerges from a cloud of spray as it arrives at Filey with 3J51 10.00 York Thrall to York Thrall RHTT service.

A sizeable crowd of enthusiasts witness the spectacle and were later treated to a rousing departure as Mary and 37402 left for York.

I took a bit of a chance with this; the train was still moving at this point but the head-on viewpoint and low train speed somehow conspired to allow a shutter speed of 0.6s.

1Z10 2021 Comp - category 2: imagination

20th October 2021

by Laura Matesky. Please do not use this or any of my images without my permission.

I sat in the garden reading a book. Blanca lay sprawled within the shade of my chair. After some time, a movement in the corner of my eye caught my attention. Something small was moving and sparkling in the sunlight. It turned out to be you.

My book became unimportant and instead I watched as you crafted a new web. What a privilege it was! You started from the outside and with a calm certainty like a blind-folded magician went along an ever-tightening spiral path that you yourself don’t even have the vantage point to see. The whole thing took about 10 minutes. All the while, a blustery wind was impatiently testing your handiwork, which was not found to be wanting, and just a few minutes later the first tiny gnat fell victim to your art.

I am always happy to share my home with eight-legged neighbors, indoors and out. You’re a role model for patience, precision and planning. And sometimes when dew drops and sun beams conspire together, there aren’t many things more beautiful than the poem that is circular of a spider that is solitary.

Be the silent spinner who waits.

Claudia

Far away

The ship is taking me far away

Far away from the memories

Of the people who care if I live or die

The starlight

I will be chasing a starlight

Until the end of my life

I don't know if it's worth it anymore

Hold you in my arms

I just wanted to hold

You in my arms

My life

You electrify my life

Let's conspire to ignite

All the souls that would die just to feel alive

Now I'll never let you go

If you promised not to fade away

Never fade away

Our hopes and expectations

Black holes and revelations

Our hopes and expectations

Black holes and revelations

Hold you in my arms

I just wanted to hold

You in my arms

Far away

The ship is taking me far away

Far away from the memories

Of the people who care if I live or die

And I'll never let you go

If you promise not to fade away

Never fade away

Our hopes and expectations

Black holes and revelations

Our hopes and expectations

Black holes and revelations

Hold you in my arms

I just wanted to hold

You in my arms

I just wanted to hold

Muse

www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pgum6OT_VH8

Seaweed and sand. It's amazing how the dark and light sand conspires to make the flat beach look 3-D

I've a couple of shots with the moon and a train in mind, this is one. So far train and moon and cloud have all conspired against success... Like the symetry in this though .

The light is actually a Common Egret walking past in the background.

Another Kingfisher shot I'm afraid - that's the trouble with having a few good days with these amazing birds. I have had many other years when opportunities were few and far between.

A knee injury and the weather have conspired to stop me venturing out the last couple of weekends but fingers crossed for this weekend to try and photograph something other than a Kingfisher / Bearded Tit! :-)

Culross Abbey stands on the hillside above the beautiful and fascinating village of Culross. It's about a third of a mile walk from the centre of the village and a 165ft climb, but the narrowness of the roads at the top of the hill still mean that you are best advised parking in one of the car parks in Culross and walking from there.

A visit to Culross Abbey can be a slightly puzzling experience, because a number of factors conspire to make it more difficult than you might expect to make sense of what you are seeing. One of these is the steep slope of the site, meaning that you are tending to be looking uphill from a basement level perspective much of the time. The second is that the cloister has been made into a garden for the manse, which itself has been made out of the north end of the west range.

Nonetheless, a visit is also a fascinating experience, in part because you need to think about what you are looking at. Access to "the Abbey" leads you past the now open south end of the west range of the cloister, complete with its vaulted ceilings at basement and ground floor level, and past the outside of the inner wall of the south range of the cloister at basement level. You end up in the remains of what would once have been the meeting of the east and south ranges, looking up past the foundations of the chapter house to the south transept of the abbey church.

To continue your investigation you need to exit the gate giving access to the abbey grounds, and go up the hill, past the garden to the west of the manse to the corner of the street beyond it. Here the north wall of the manse leads continuously to the south-west corner of the 84ft tower that stands at the west end of what is now the parish church, though still called Culross Abbey Church.

What you need to realise at this point is that the tower stands in what, until about 1500, was the middle of the abbey church. To its east stood the chancel, now used as the parish church. But there was also a nave which, except for parts of its south wall and what then became the base of the tower, has disappeared entirely. Stone from the nave and other parts of the abbey would have been recycled into the manse, built in 1647, and its western extension, built in 1840: and, doubtless, into other buildings on view in the neighbourhood. The church itself has also been extensively remodelled on a number of occasions since the demise of the abbey in the Reformation in 1560.

Culross Abbey was founded in 1217 by Malcolm, 3rd Earl of Fife, who brought Cistercian monks here from Kinloss Abbey. The sloping site is not an easy one, and it is said that Malcolm picked this spot because it was believed to have been the site of a monastery associated with St Serf, St Mungo and St Theneva in the 500s.

Look at the sky. We are not alone. The whole universe is friendly to us and conspires only to give the best to those who dream and work.

A. P. J. Abdul Kalam

We conspired to go for a ride

Who would drive? Neither one could decide.

We finally settled in,

Of course Kiera did win~

Now who opens the door to outside?

digital art

www.fluidr.com/photos/h_duncan

Interestingness 102: 12-6-2008

Mr. Brown Pelican frequently avers his support of democracy and his love of freedom. But one need only look at what Mr. Pelican is doing -- as opposed to what he is saying -- to understand his true aims. Without a doubt, however, I have reason to believe that he is about to promote mediocrity over merit. Nevertheless, the indications are there that Mr. Pelican never tires of trying to extinguish fires with gasoline. He presumably hopes that the magic formula will work some day. In the meantime, he seems to have resolved to learn nothing from experience, which tells us that his rise to power was not accomplished without a fair amount of backstabbing, skulduggery, and unanticipated and unpredictable reversals of fortune.

Sometimes it's just a certain pattern, in a certain light, of course, that conspires to strike the eye...and trip the shutter! Photographed at golden hour in Toronto, minutes before sunset on February 8, 2022. Processed in PS.

Abstraction

Photo credit: bdopekarreuche

(Please contact for use, commissions, or duets)

Featuring:

Demon Lord Horns (on her) from Ars Hokori!

Available @ Gates of Hell Event

Empty Heart eyes (on her) from PsychoPills!

Available @ Enchantment Event starting today!! Soon to be at the PsychoPills Mainstore!

Maleficent Gown from Antaya!

Medieval roleplay master's belt from Antaya!

Available @ Antaya Mainstore

Special thanks to Siegfried Montgomery Falkenrath!

... #secondlife #secondlifebeauty #secondlifephotography #secondlifefashion

"Pssst. Jasper. I'll go around back. You flank them on the right. We'll get them to play again for sure!" Gaylord Gator and Jasper conspire to create a situation where the humans are compelled to play. The humans succumbed. Play ensued